A WENDY CRAIG MOMENT!

Wendy Craig! Bet that takes you back...and me, but then I am a late 50's baby (born in!!!) and she was a hit with Butterflies. Remember that? Of course you do, unless you're one of my post decimal currency readers! Where am I? oh yes, in reverie...that's it! Well I was earlier today. Received text from Singapore. "I'm here safe, plasma screen and 32 degrees. Bloke in pool wearing Speedos" As always an eclectic battery of thought processes from Matthew (his official name)...whilst I stand by the iron, gazing out into the frosty beauty of our little garden in suburbia, theres my boy...all grown up and sussing out the globe for himself. Well the plasma screen and pool at least! How time has flown. I know you'd rather not read reams of reveries but the years just seem to skip by. This one has limped along with the full weight of a monster but thankfully there is that deep seated human spirit that fights for survival and newness, for hope and aspirations. I've moved the ironing board into his room. Something of a strategic move! Means that at least several times a week I have purpose to go into it and live in his space a little. Probably just noticing all the clutter and chaos but none the less it would be a pity to leave the space simply vacant. He's barely been gone a day and I'm considering a lick of new paint and some fresh flooring. Not because I'm wanting to clear him out of the nest you understand, but more because this is a golden opportunity to drive myself and all others, mad with those wretched paint pot testers and samples of carpets. Over recent months I've thought of precious little outside of my own chaos so perhaps this is already an early sign of regeneration. You should be delighted for me..I'm hoping my husband Peter is. No doubt he will see this thought as a sign of me resurging to my more normal irritable ways! :-) The house is eerily quiet. We're rattling around even though we should be used to just being 'us' since we've had our palace to ourselves for most of the past 3 years now. Please don't suggest downsizing. Rattling we may be but downsizing isn't an option. In fact from my new ironing position I can see the far right hand corner of the garden which I earmarked for my new summer house some few years back. Nothing came of our plans though the thought of a studio, reading room equipped with heating and electricity seemed the perfect solution to the then cramped house. Despite the vacant rooms the idea of the summer room still appeals. Oh Peter, I can feel myself getting better by the moment!!